Thursday, 21 January 2010

Low Man.

I would like you to come back now but I know you can't. You are at a funeral. I folded all your clothes and I packed your bag neatly.

I have your t-shirt, it smells like you and I always seem to cry when I have to go to bed without you. I want to tell you this but I know that I wont.

1 comment:

Alex Q. said...

Please post more often x